About me - Thomas Cassidy
Hello. I'm 19 years of age and a student currently studying English at Loughborough University. I love to write and would be really happy if I could make a career out of writing. I have a lot of ideas and feel like I'm on the periphary of those ideas rather
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RSS Feed- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Meaning of life
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The world is a mystery for us to solveOr something to leave and never to know;We all want truth like a lover to holdAnd caress truth so our understanding grows.But, that would kill the romance of mystery,Put inquisitive minds to sleep quickly.If we could retrace our exact historyIt would be a bittersweet victory.What then wou... More..
- Sports & Recreation > English Soccer How to improve England's football team?
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If you look at the England football squad player for player, England should be one of the best and most feared teams in the world. The English Premiership is the fastest league in the world and when this pace is forced, there are few teams on the continent that are able to deal with this type of tempo for ninety minutes. You ... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Death
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I see the vision so clear, heaven's so nearI have this feeling I'm almost gone and it feels weirdI thought for the rest of my life I'd be hereBut my mission is finished, time to return, I bead tearsLife is so precious, but doesn't compare to heavenEnemies forgotten, I don't bear to resent themTaking God's examples forgiving e... More..
- Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I must write
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I woke up this morning feeling creative,So thought I'd pen some thoughts before they leftMy mind and escaped.Deliberations over word arrangementsHas my mind in a state,I procrastinate until my ideas fadeAnd slide away like yesterday.We all have our talents but whether we chooseTo use them wiselyIs entirely up to us and whethe... More..
- Creative Writing > Novel Excerpts Novel excerpts: Sanity
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The sunshine is blinding. It's so unbelievably strong that I can't bear to do more than to squint to try and see where I am. I can't remember anything and my head is pounding although strangely not hurting. I am on a soft ground, perhaps grass, butt there is nothingness all around me. I'm not sure if this is because the sun i... More..
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